Emma 

The cursor points on the screen, my fingers linger above the keyboard for a moment longer than they need to. 

This is it, every file, every leftover detail from my old role, every document Knox asked for, it’s all attached. 

I press send with one final tap, watching as the progress bar flickers briefly before disappearing.

A long, shaky breath escapes me, as if it’s carrying months of tension out with it. My lungs finally feel like they can fully expand again. 

Without thinking, I snap the laptop shut. There’s nothing left for me here. I lean back, staring blankly at the wall. 

Next month, everything changes. I’ve already...